--- here's to the night !

[Petros Hayes]

( PETROS JUDAS HAYES. )


( HERE'S A TOAST TO ALL THOSE
WHO HEAR ME ALL TOO WELL )
( HERE'S TO THE NIGHTS WE FELT ALIVE )

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----IF PETROS WOULD HAVE BEEN AWAKE, he would have heard the key slide into the lock, and the door to the condo he shared with his sister, open. and if he were awake he would have seen a brunette girl scoff and shake her head upon seeing him laying in bed with two other girls. because, since he was asleep, he never heard the faucet go on in the kitchen and that same girl coming back into his room. to wake him him, it took girly shrieks and and cold water being poured onto his head. "wake up, skanks." he heard the voice say, who could only have been his cousin, daphne. "what the fuck?" he asked out loud as the water kept coming down on him. "up and at 'em, big boy," she said to him. the water stopped and petros wiped his eyes. the two ladies beside him were backed up against the headboard of the bed. they were equally drenched as him. daphne stood on the side of the bed, smiling, an empty pitcher in her hand. how was tht for a wake-up call? everyone was silent for a moment, daphne was looking at them, and they were looking a her.

"i think we should get going, petros," the hooker to his left said and started moving out of the bed. the one to his right echoed her friend, "yeah, i don't think your girlfriend is appreciating this. next time though, it costs more is she's included." petros looked over at daphne, who's mouth was hanging open. "she's not my-" petros started but stopped because he was just too lazy to explain to junior high graduates that the girl kicking him out was his cousin. "the money is on the table." he ended up saying instead. the girls smiled seductively at him, waved, and left the room. daphne walked over to the window and opened the big curtain of his floor-to-ceiling window. the bright morning sun filtered brightly through, causing petros to squint at the bright light. "what are you doing here?" petros asked, shaking water out of his hair. "hookers, petros? really?" daphne asked him, ignoring his question. he shrugged. "oh, please, daphne. spare me the lecture." petros got up and walked to his closet. a few seconds of rummaging, he pulled out a white t-shirt. "where the fuck did you get them anyway? the corner of chlamydia and herpes?" petros pulled the shirt over his head and looked at his cousin. "be nice," he warned and shook a finger at her. "but you were close. it was actually the corner of hiv and aids," he said this sarcastically. "now. why are you here again?"

daphne's face dropped and took on a more serious look. "sophie sent me." petros raised an eyebrow as he bent down and picked up an almost-empty bottle of whiskey from last night. "sophie?" he asked absentmindedly. he raised the bottle to his lips. "yeah. i mean, she would have come over but she was too busy have crazy sex with milo." petros stopped and lowered the bottle. "she's what?" daphne nodded, looking like she finally got his undivided attention. "no, but that was a sobering statement, wasn't it? look, it's not just sophie. it's the both of us. we're concerned about you. you've been... different." daphne looked around. "the place is a mess, you've been hiring prostitutes, when you're not here, you're dropping thousands a night at the clubs. since when do you buy drinks for everyone in the club?" petros smiled at all the memories that corresponded with points daphne made. "since i want them to get just as fucked up as me." daphne put the empty pitcher on the table by the bed. "so this is a pity party," she stated. petros ran a hand through his wet tornado-like hair. "well, you seemed to be enjoying those 'pity parties,' miss vodka." daphne rolled her eyes. she couldn't argue with him there. she had accompanied him for the first several times. "we're not talking about me here. i know... it's audrey, isn't it?" oh, so this is why daphne decided to come over. she thought he was heartbroken or some fucked up shit like that. "and why would it be about audrey?" he asked daphne because it seemed she knew a lot about what he was feeling right now. "well, you guys were dating..." she pointed out quietly, like she was walking on eggshells around the topic of audrey.

"were," he stated. he stood up and outstretched his arms out wide. "this is who i am, daphne. i spent too long not being myself. i get drunk, have sex, and spend my trust fund like it's fucking 2012 tomorrow." petros turned and walked out of the room and headed towards the living room. he heard daphne follow him. "look, petey, i didn't come here to scold-" she started to explain, but petros cut her off. "oh, you didn't?" he tossed over his shoulder and situated himself behind the bar. he pulled out a glass for himself and took the jack from underneath. daphne rolled her eyes. oh, whatever. petros wouldn't be surprised if she was two shots away from tipsy right now. "no, i cam over to ask you something." petros stirred the glass in his hand before taking a sip. "i'm listening." daphne sat down on one of the stools. "everyone's going to vegas tomorrow." she paused for a moment and pointed at him before continuing, "and you have been bumming around valkyrie like some hobo since you got back. you more than anyone need to get out for a little bit." petros pondered for a moment. vegas. he's been there plenty of times before and it had to be his favorite city between europe and america. he wasn't twenty one either, but from past experiences, there was nothing you couldn't do it you had money. petros had money. lots of it. he would bet that the hookers were better in vegas, too. "vegas, huh?"

petros went down that day. he wasn't apart of the academy anymore, so he didn't have to follow their rules. he was petros hayes, one-third of the fucking brio, legends over in europe. he could go wherever her wanted whenever he wanted. he booked his own suite, called isaac and demitri saying to get their asses down to vegas. sophie didn't want to go, so she stayed behind, which normally would have worried him, but he was so dead-set on seeing if the hookers were better down there, he barely threatened milo. he'd only be gone for five days. tonight, it was petros' second night in vegas. for the record, the hookers were better. petros drunkly admitted the night before to some escorts that he had reason to believe the valkyrie hookers were vegas rejects. this made him popular with the ladies already. the 'ladies' being the prostitutes. hey, they were real people too! the academy students were filtering in by the waves, shitting themselves at the sight of everything going on. petros was partying in the christian audigier night club. it didn't take him long to find a new prostitute to hang on his arm all night. this one named hannah. she was a few years older than him. she said she was doing this to pay her law school tuition. petros told her that was great, but he wasn't paying her to spill her life story to him. that was rude, but he was already half drunk. this meant he was only being half-stupid at the moment. he pulled hannah along though as he searched for his friends.

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[isaaclacroix]

ISAAC J-P & AUDREY J,


YOU'RE SO HOT, YOU'RE TEASING ME
that's something I couldn't do, there's that
look in your eyes I can read in your face that
YOUR FEELINGS ARE DRIVING YOU WILD
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Audrey was never the one to go to Las Vegas, she didn’t undersand the appeal of las vegas. Sure there were those bright lights, quickie weddings and Mecca to gambling addicts, but yeah, other than that… what was so great about that? It wasn’t that she loathed travelling, She would love to go to El Salvador or Santorini any day, but Vegas? No thanks. But apparently she didn’t have a say in the matter, for she was driving to the city of sin with her brother, Isaac. With the top of her cherry red convertible down, the wind was blowing through her hair, as most sounds veered away from her ear drums, hollow screaming from the wind. As a last resort, she began complaining in the car, maybe it will be one of those ‘don’t make me turn this car around’ moment and then tadah! Car gets turned around and she can hide away in her room until 2012 when the world finally explodes because of stupid people. “Don’t see why I have to come along…I don’t like Las Vegas, it’s gross, and not like anyone is getting married,” She mumbled, nearly debating on begging, perhaps if she just fakes an illness or something. Oh wait, she didn’t need to, how convenient was it that she was cancerous. Wow, a part of her wondered if this was really a joke, hell, she didn’t take her leukemia seriously yet and it has been a while since she was diagnosed, how fucked up was that? “So? But come on, you haven’t gotten out of the house since you moved back, it’ll be good for you.”

Audrey scoffed at this, really? He’s going to pull that card? It wasn’t that she didn’t go out. With the school work and photography and chemotherapy, it wasn’t like she was lounging around at home, wasting away. “I don’t like people, why do you think I don’t leave the house?” She briefly turned to look at him, through her reflective, eighties style sun glasses, before looking back at the road. “Well then you’ll get a drink and be your misanthropic, people hating self with, I don’t know… any of your followers going?” He asked, leaning his elbow on the edge of the car door, the window safely rolled down. Vegas, it was so close, yet so very far. “A couple, yeah… I guess I can grab a drink with Tim and then make comical yet articulate remarks about the drunken whores…” Isaac chuckled at this, shaking his head, “There you go.”

Switching subjects as effortlessly as she dribbled out sarcastic rhetoric, “So Weston’s moving to Valkyrie in a few weeks” Audrey spoke, leaning her face against her hand that was propped up against the edge of her car door as well. “Who’s this Weston?” Isaac asked, mildly interested in this new entity. He could have sworn that he heard this name before, somewhere…“We went to his wedding… you know, a few months ago… our brother…put for adoption...ring a bell?” She said, very much amazed at Isaac ability to remember. But hey it wasn’t his fault; Weston was neither a female nor his most recent lay. He nodded as if an aged man, anciently, absorbing such information for future purposes, “Oh, looks like he has slipped my mind.” From that point onwards, the two siblings talked lightly and joked horribly about things like the rest of their family, and the amount of people Audrey didn’t hate, which came out to a grand total of four (then the amount of people she tolerated was six). They laughed and Audrey sped across the freeway, far over the speed limit. They came to Las Vegas in record limit, as both Audrey and Isaac felt their sunglasses imprinted on their faces. She couldn’t help but to crack a smile as the dull neon lights sputtered their colours as they drove along the strip to their hotel. Big, swanky, pricey hotel, in true Brio fashion indeed; ah brio, the two siblings had much different views about the subject. Isaac was fine with him and his best friends being European play boy royalty, and Audrey, she liked two out of the three, Isaac and Demitri, the third; however, she had a sore spot for. She would rather not speak of that.

Tossing her keys to the tall vested, and oddly polite guy to park her beautiful convertible, Audrey and Isaac made it to their rooms located side by side located high above sin city. It was exhilarating, being so high up, and the floor to ceiling windows accentuating that fact. As Isaac snuck away into his own room to get ready and what not, she stood there, lightly touching the window, wondering if everything down there were as fucked up as she was. Eventually, she ripped away from the window, took a hot, nearly flesh incinerating shower and threw open her entire rolling bag trying to find something that would hide her catheter. She wasn’t ashamed of it, quite the opposite, but tonight, she wanted to drink without the questioning or the awkward looks, she wanted to be free. Finally, after Isaac got all prettied up, with his leather coat and dress shoes, the two made their way casually to the Christian Audigier night club.

This was no mere feat, Audrey was dead set on staying in, just taking in the scenery without really dabbling into the clubs. How drab. ”Oh sluts galore, joy.” The girl muttered, rolling her light green eyes as she and Isaac entered the dimly lit club. “You’re sarcasm, never ceases to amaze me.” He retorted instinctively, as if immune to her defence mechanism. “What if I faint or something… lack of platelets or some other unfortunate discrepancy?” She whined, turning towards him, tilting her head back, sending her dull fiery mane in a frenzy behind her, her lips plumped up and her green eyes now in ‘puppy eyes’ mode. But it was no use, she was here and Isaac wasn’t going to budge on his reasoning of ‘getting her out more.’ Damn it. “I have my mobile; call me if you need to go to the hospital or something.” He nodded, giving Audrey a quick hug and a light kiss atop of her auburn curls, as she groaned a little at the gesture. Whatever, she’ll live. She turned her neck, cracking it lightly as she began to quest forth to the bar, saying over her shoulder with a smile, waving a little at the prospects of getting buzzed, “I’m going to go drink my sorrows away.” Isaac chuckled as walked a little further into the night club, finding a tall leggy blonde to mindlessly chat with, with his arm snaking around her slime waist, a smile at the amount of time it took to get from one to two.

The two, Victoria and Isaac, mingled as Isaac casually glanced over the entire club, pin pointing that his sister did indeed take a seat at the bar and looking for his two best friends, they were going to go back to their old European ways. As he looked around, he saw a trademark of one of his most favourite people, the sex hair belonging to one Petros Hayes. That was effortless. “You know, you didn’t need to leave a message full of desperation to have a good time, Petros, you of all people should be aware of the fact that I can never pass up on such a party.” He grinned mischievously, as a few memories scaled through his mind from their European escapades; now onto American domination.

This will be worth remembering.

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NOTES “Wake up, skanks.” Best.line.ever.
STATUS complete!
TAGGED you know. =]
ATTIRE psycho & brio
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "does your mother know" by ABBA, a lil' rearranged

[Anastassia Giovanni]

•• Demitri & Anya ••

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BRIGHT LIGHT CITY GONNA SET MY SOUL
gonna set my soul on fire

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------ Demitrius Zervos was a patient man. Demitri was a business man at the core of he being and like any good business man, he recognized that patience was a much needed trait. All the most important profitable deals take time. He knew that. But while he had patience, let's face it. He did not have to use it that often. His website took all but a year to take off and begin making him the mega bucks. Demitri would never forget the day he created the site CopernicanRemedy.com. It was easily the best thing he had ever done in his entire life. Not just because it gave him freedom but because at least the site helped people. And Demitri Zervos had never really helped anyone before or after. The site was his community service. He had just been a kid. Fourteen to be exact. He had skipped school, again. Young Demitri always skipped school. He hated it. He was smarter than his classmates and in most cases, his teachers. His father, whom by then the boy resented like mad, claimed to be self-made and preached that he did it all for Demitri and yet Demitri was still more poor than most of his classmates. He hated this, he was better than them. And he could prove it. So he took his father's lead of he idea of being self-made. Up until that point, Demitri was actually a bit of a slacker, the good grades came so easily to him, he hardly had to work for them, and the charm with his peers, the sharp tongue that was all for fun, the reason he went for girls who were stubborn and hard to catch was for fun. But he wanted the money.

------ But had he really done it for that? Or had he done it to prove to his father that he wasn't a failure, that he would never be. Did the site help? Not really. Not when it came to dear old dad. But he had his site. At first, he himself was doing all the tutoring, and he had to charge some but more people were requesting, and as the site gained recognition, Demitri was thrown into the world of business owning. He began to hire other tutors, he was soon able to drop the fee of the online kids needing help which boomed the sites numbers. Advertisers, publicities, endorsements, everything began flowing through. See the way it works is, say your a kid who has a hard time learning in school, you go to the site, you create an account. First you enter in what type of subjects you need the most help in. You take a few tests, not so much knowledge tests but tests that are designed through statistical analysis to figure out what type of learn suits you best, visual, auditory, a reader, demonstrative, etc. You then are given a list of online tutors and the times, translated to your time zone, and you can pick one. You then go back online, sign in and have instant video chat facilitated through the site. Now, lets say you're intelligent and want to earn some cash on the site. That's possible too. You go to the site, register as a tutor. You have to submit your credentials and someone on Demitri's staff reviews them. If you are considered intelligent enough, you have to send in a video of yourself explaining a topic, and take another test where a board of real teachers on Demitri's payroll analyze and figure out what your specific teaching style is. If all goes well, you list all your available times, if someone chooses you, you are emailed. Go to the site at the time and date, speak through chat with the kid. For every tutoring session you complete, you are paid a generous fifty dollars for every half hour.

------ It worked, and it worked well and over the past four years had become a huge online network that made him rich. Filthy rich. So much so, he didn't seem to have to wait for anything, aside from his guilt to subside. But would you know what is a lovely way to blow some time while that process proceeds? Las Vegas, baby. No where else could blow off steam this well. Sex and drink. Only thing that's better is the vast open blue. He hadn't been planning on this little escapade. He had a meeting he had to reschedule and it messed with his usual Sunday tradition of the spending the day at the beach, but after getting a message by his fellow brio member slash friend, Petros Hayes, he knew he couldn't miss an opportunity to take Vegas with the Brio. He was standing just outside of the club he was meeting the boys at. He had been distracted by a hot piece in a sexy little dark red dress with tousled black curls who had been waiting in line. He was just letting her give him reason to get her and her friend in, attract blonde, but nothing when standing next to the dark beauty he was was leaning into. He smirked slightly as she whispered her various antics before he just rolled his eyes, she was a sight to behold but it was to easy. He gestured for them to follow. He wouldn't be taking her up on the offer but she had been entertaining so might as well. He left them at the door after giving them both a kiss on the cheek before looking around the club.

------ He finally saw them spotting Petros hair. He began to walk over to join them, as always sporting his trademark look of a GQ model ripped out of the magazine, when he spotted a familiar face on the way. He smiled as he spotted the brunette at the bar and he stepped to her side, "Well, well, well, and here I thought this place far too sleazy for one Audrey Harper." He said cooly, looking at her and putting one finger up to the bartender. He smirked again as she replied in her own individualistic way, as per always, "Yes well, speaking of sleaze, I am supposed to be over there, speaking with your brother and your broken boy toy." He nodded at the bartender who slid him a single shot of whiskey. "Bottom's up." He added, raising it slightly as if to toast her, and downing it. He placed it on the bar before winking at her and turning away, making his way towards the boys he knows so well, and smirked slightly at their women, ahh boys and their hormones. He looked specifically at Petros's woman and then at him, "Now now Hayes, come. Wasted or not diseases are never fun." Demitri replied with a smile, joking a bit. So what if it demeans a girl, she was obviously a hooker, she was used to it, she was paid to be used to it and shut the hell up. It was always a mystery how Demitri judges women. He has certain levels of respect for the impressive ones, such as Audrey and a girl he had met just recently, named Bevin. But when they are just average, he ignores them and if they are willing to sell themselves, or are too eager to gives themselves away, he flat out treats them as objects without souls of emotion. Yeah, our boy had a lot to learn still.

------ Onto a different corner of the club, there was a fairly tall, thin and leggy girl raising her own shot of whiskey upward, colliding it slightly with the group of young people her age, all of them fairly thin, most of the boy's in the group looking more... well, gay. Most of them were gay and they looked the stereotype of it, not the outrageous cross dressing stereotype but the product in hair, flushed cheeks, good style, etc. Check. Most of the girls were all very thin, various heights and hair colors, and races. They kinked their glasses and Anya Giovanni brought the poison to her lips, downing it. Cheering along with the group. They weren't her favorite group of people, but they were fun company for now. Figure skaters could be vicious to one another, and Anya tended to like to ignore that aspect of the sport she loved. She was glad to come though. She had been having nightmares lately. Severe ones where she's back at her grandparents homes, scared of what was going to happen. Or locked in the trunk of that car again, rushing down the highway with the only future in her head being one of a practical slave. She couldn't seem to shake this feeling that the good that had snuck into her life since she began living with Tony, was about to find a way to sneak back out. So this trip was perfect for her. One it was necessary to get back into the world of competitive figure skating. It wasn't a competition that weekend but where they basically just showed off their talents and got to size up who was coming. And after their skating, a group had decided to blow off steam and party a bit and since she was not happy at the idea of sleep, this was a good thing for her.

------ What Anya did not know, because lets face it, she doesn't really pay attention to the going ons of her schoolmates, was that half of Valkyrie's youth was down in Vegas as well, partying it up. She groaned and pushed away a male skater who was putting his hand on her thigh, "Yeah, not wasted enough for that bud." she told him. She was hardly wasted at this point. I mean it was obvious she was tipsy but she wasn't flat out drunk yet. She laughed as some other girl made a comment about the guy's pathetic attempt, little did she realize he was having the last laugh by tomorrow morning, as she turned and looked around the club briefly before doing a double take as she saw familiar faces. One was the faces of the European Brio, one of which she met previously as he was the brother of her friend. She had gone over to see her and he had answered the door, let her in and half flirted, half played with her seeing as her friend was in Greece at the time, annoyed Anya to say the least. Yeah but no, he was the brother of --- AUDREY! Audrey was here! Looking really depressed and on her own at the bar. Anya grinned wide before telling the group she was with that she saw someone she knew and excusing herself, but folding her jacket over her arm, taking it with her before she made her way over to Audrey, "Audrey! what are you doing here?" She asked her, grinning. "I haven't seen you since you ditched me for Greece!"

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; you know who you are!
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'viva las vegas' elivis presley
CLOTHES;; Anya and Demitri
NOTES;; lol I know demitri took over, I kept telling myself to expand because my muse was bad and then it ended up like that. Plus I know this is late, damn end of the school year business draining my muse
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[Petros Hayes]

----PETROS WAS ONLY SLIGHTLY IRKED, that hannah had a good few inches on him. he probably looked like some sad little old man with a hot, leggy, gold-digging type girl. he grinned though at the thought that he looked like a pimp. he lazily looked at hannah, or rather up at her. yeah... though her face was heavily made up with make-up, he thought if the light hit just right, she might look older. add on to the fact that petros was shorter and technically younger, he looked like he was with a cougar. dang. petros had himself a cougar. he never thought he'd be with someone older. he was liking this. he smiled giddily, a drunken glaze in his eyes. the fact that he thought his hook was a prostitute just showed how buzzed he already was. petros looked back forward when he saw hannah look at him. there was a slightly bored look on her face. the only good thing was that she was getting paid, so she was obligated to put up with him. in petros' way of letting her know that he pretty much owned her so far tonight, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. her hip bumped right above his own hip and he scowled at her height once more. "why do you have to be so fucking tall?" he asked her. she looked at him as if to say, 'are you serious?'

he was dead serious. he looked at her. yeah, he asked her a question. when she realized that well, he wasn't joking she said, "gives me more leg?" she pulled some of her blonde hair behind her and looked around the club. as if she was scoping for something better. "you look older than me." hannah looked back at him. "i am older than you, sweetie." she reached out and pinched petros' cheek like his aunts did back in greece. what the hell? what did he ever see in dumb-ass bimbos? i mean, don't get him wrong, he liked the easiness of it, but petros was becoming someone who needed some standards. he was going to end up with some std like daphne told him. petros lolled his head back a moment, blaming his drunken mind for liking these hookers one moment, to despising them the next. it was bi-polar drunkenness at it's finest, he was sure. what was all this standards shit anyway? he didn't need standards, it was almost an insult to himself if he had one. "so, are we meeting your friends here tonight, hayes?" he stopped abruptly and turned to hannah. he pointed an accusing finger at her. "dun call me that. that's not my name." of course hannah's little mention decided to bring back the person he came to vegas to forget. damn audrey harper. decided living under a rock was far more luxurious than gallivanting around the world with him. "sorry, petros." the nineteen year old nodded. he should throw her a curve ball and make her call him king or something, but petros would probably make her less pissed off at him. "i mean really," petros said, musing out loud. "would you choose college over this?" he asked, posing the question to hannah. the poor hooker looked utterly confused for one moment but then she widened her eyes and pointed her finger at him. "oh, are you talking about that girl who broke up with you?"

ok, so, yeah. maybe petros mentioned audrey to the clan of hookers the night before when he was drunk and admitting things left and right. "yes. who the hell would i be talking about?" petros snapped. before hannah could answer, a new voice entered the conversation. it was isaac. petros grinned, which probably looked lopsided and drunk, but he didn't care. "well, i wanted you to get your ass here earlier. all the... high schoolers are here now. last night was great, wasn't it, hannah?" he grinned at her and she just looked at him. "hannah, this is isaac. he's a badass motherfucker, so don't you mess with him. or do, i don't care. you're just arm candy to me now." seconds later, demitri was standing with them telling petros diseases were not fun. only rich kids could blatantly degrade a hooker right in front of her. "oh damn, because she was my gift to you, demitri," he joked. and the insults kept rolling. petros looked at isaac, the struggle of whether to mentioned audrey danced on the tip of his tongue. should he or shouldn't he? it was sort of a guy's weekend. that meant no talk of girls from the outside world. maybe he should just ditch hannah and take demtiri and petros out to the tables and they can start playing blackjack. they can become one of 'those' tables. the kind that they're so loud and obnoxious, but are playing really good and then they get some crowd. cheering at them with every winning hand. petros wanted to yell out 'winner winner chicken dinner' even if he didn't have one. right now, he just wanted to be the center of attention. no talk of audrey. ex-girlfriend what? right. no audrey, no audrey, no audrey. oh shit. 3, 2... 1. "i'm only saying this because i'm drunk. why hasn't audrey returned any of my calls?"

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[isaaclacroix]

ISAAC J-P & AUDREY J,


YOU'RE SO HOT, YOU'RE TEASING ME
that's something I couldn't do, there's that
look in your eyes I can read in your face that
YOUR FEELINGS ARE DRIVING YOU WILD
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When Isaac got the drunken message to get his ass to Vegas, Isaac didn’t hesitate. What did he really have to do in Valkyrie? Nothing really. He went to the university casually, he finished all his English assignments ahead of time; it was easy for him to write anyhow. That dramatically cleared his schedule. He had moved out into his own place, so there weren’t any nosy family members; it was only he and Simon, his butler. Yeah, he was living the life. So Vegas were just bound to happen. However it was on an impulse and sort of a challenge to him to bring his younger sister. The original plan was that he was going to get Simon to drive him to Vegas; Isaac hadn’t driven in a very long time. If he had people to do it for him, why bother? He could just see Audrey rolling her eyes at his original plan, thus making this new ‘get Audrey to Vegas’ plan much better. First came the yelling, then came the ‘get the hell out of my room’ and then came the below the belt excuses like chemo and dangerously brutal cancer. Blah, blah, blah. The girl was fucking eighteen; she needed to act out more. Though Isaac applauded Audrey’s morals of earning everything herself and paying for her own schooling at the university of California in Los Angeles, but really… Didn’t she have an ounce of stupid adolescent drunken fun in her?

Hence his crafty ways of convincing his younger half sister to come to the land that was built on temptation. Perhaps she’ll win big at the jackpot or something, anything can happen here. A smirk was at his lips when Audrey left for the bar, and a pretty girl by his side, the famed French heir was nearly golden. Truly golden when he pointed out a dark mane of hair from the corner of his eye and tornado hair in front of him, his two best friends. They were the three amigos of the twenty first century, if you want to get clichéd, however, they had a name of their own, The Brio; a trio of brothers. Demitri was the self-made success; Isaac was the literary god and Petros? He was the trust fund playboy. The second Greek took the cake in promiscuity, thus the utter revulsion when Isaac came to know Petros and Audrey were a… thing. Absolutely revolting, he was tolerating the idea, but still, vomit- inducing, he didn’t want to think about things like that

So he took in the scene. Two best friends, hot girls, money and liquor, this was getting good; a promotion from the relatively dull life back in that little California town. This was Las Vegas, goddamn it! The whores the easier and money goes leaps and bounds, just a place to do whatever one pleases, a place for them for sure. “Oooh, nice one.” He muttered to Demitri, nodding his head once in approval as he glanced at the cougar around Petros’ arm. What the fuck, couldn’t he get a hotter hooker? What in the hell was this? ”Honestly Petros, couldn’t you find a better looking employee? You’re bringing the Brio name some shame now with your aged choice,” He sighed, smirking again as Demitri’s snide remark repeated in his head. How money made the likes of him and his friends lose humanity, it was delicious. Whoa, hold up what? He tried calling her? Ugh, this was supposed to be a legendary Brio event, not a mope fest… But Alas, Isaac knew the likes of both Audrey and Petros, too stubborn for their own good, but this was unexpected. He didn’t realize that Petros actually, dare he say it, cared about Audrey. “When have you ever called any girl back?” Isaac snorted, then quickly realized he was talking about his sister. “Seriously dude, despite the fact that she‘s my younger sister, I didn‘t expect you to mope over her. What happened to the Petros I’ve come to know? Besides, she changed her number once she started going to UCLA.” Though the French heir was strongly against this relationship once he heard of it, he was sort of tolerating the idea of it for the sake of his best friend and sister. But he knew Audrey, she wasn’t the type to linger around phones, Aud was better than that.

She called him. Twice.

It was almost humiliating to even admit it to herself that she had called Petros. The first time was when she arrived at her grandparents’ home; they also lived in Greece, in a small seaside town. How handy. So when she snuck away, right before falling asleep she called him, but hung up right before someone picked up. She wimped out, okay? Audrey wasn’t the type to call exes back, as far as she knew; she was never a friend with exes after the fact. Shit just got weird, she was difficult, and after things went down, Audrey just didn’t want to face it anymore. The only exception to this rule of thumb was her very close friend Spencer, whom she talked to on a regular occasion despite everything. Now onto the second time she called Petros, this time she actually stayed on the line until he said hello…. Then she hung up. Growth? I think so. This second call took place when she just received the news about the cancer raging within her. Audrey was scared, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him, no. She just wasn’t able to absorb the information that was just thrown at her face; she was frustrated with it. The girl needed to talk/bitch about it, and a certain Hayes was the first to come to mind. It was just awkward top think that the first person she would have potentially told about her “condition” (is that what she should refer to it? Make herself sound like a leper. Good plan.) was Petros? Gross, she was definitely not one of those girls; she had more pride than that.

It was weird to think that they didn’t think much farther than the summer, he had no plans, and she had plenty. But somehow, things were off now, and it slightly bothered her. She couldn’t bitch at just anyone now. Well, let’s face it, Audrey James Harper didn’t take anyone’s crap, but it was nice to just take out all her anger on a daily basis. That was one of the reasons she kept him around. However as she threw back her first drink, just about to order her second, her favourite Brio member arrived. “Oh it is, Demitri, don‘t fret, I‘ll be sanitizing my possessions once I go home.” She nodded, lifting her index finger, gesturing for another shot of Blue Label Whiskey. She liked her hard liquor; fruity little drinks annoyed her, even if they tasted good. But she had to roll her eyes as he mentioned “her broken boy toy.” Really? “Please, he‘s probably mending his heart in the arms of the new disease of the night… Breakfast on Tiffany or Crystal Chandelier or some escort of that sort. Nice try though.” She smirked at her own wit, and ability to degrade people she didn’t know. This wasn’t the age of being nice and humble. As he gestured for a drink she told the bar keep making it two, and in a quick motion there were two drinks. She raised her slippery glass in the air, “Have fun with your exclusive boy band.” Audrey said as she downed another rush of alcohol. Again, she was alone.

Well not really, a relatively attractive male hit on Audrey, but she wasn’t in for a lay at this particular time. Tough chance, pretty drunk guy. With her fourth shot in hand, almost grazing her pale lips, none other than Anya appeared before her. Audrey didn’t like many people, but she adored that spunky figure skater. ”One of my favourite people!” She smiled, hopping off of the bar stool, quickly giving her a hug. See what I mean? Anya got a hug, and Audrey wasn’t much of a hugging person. ”Ugh, I know, I apologize thoroughly. It was just a sudden impulse thing really… then school sort of happened. Life was just such a whirlwind. I give you my best scouts honour impression that I won’t ditch out on you again." Audrey lifted her left hand up, arm bent at the elbow, with her lips mockingly pursed to show a shred of sincerity mixed with humour. How have you been?” She asked, settling back onto to her warm bar stool of comfort, casually taking a sip of her hardball, mixing it up with an actual drink this time. “Wait, isn’t that skating competition this weekend?” She asked, not really asking Anya but just saying the question out loud. Anya had mentioned it a couple times while they chilling out together. “It is isn’t it? Awesome! I am so coming to watch! I brought my camera for good reason now.” She smiled, a sense of calm flooding over her for someone she knew was now with her… Not that she minded hot blonde guy, maybe a little later… She was here to enjoy herself.

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NOTES sneak, sneak, sneakily posted. hurrah!
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ATTIRE psycho & brio
CREDITS format and graphics to yours truly.
LYRICS "does your mother know" by ABBA, a lil' rearranged